Date: Thu, 21 Apr 2016 14:39:26 +1200 From: ben zeb Subject: Math Class II: Changes 4 Maths Class Changes 4 (Not necessarily in chronological order) The drive south was quiet; Jake and his dad in the front and me hunkered down in the back brooding, headphones clamped on my ears, lost in my music, texting progress reports to Keith. The countryside flew past as I aimlessly watched, giving little heed to where we were. A familiar bend caught my eye and looking up, realised where we were. Too fast, two sad, lonely crosses leapt into view and fled past. Quickly sitting up, I watched out the rear window as they receded into the distance, disappearing as we rounded a curve. They seemed to symbolise more than what I had lost but also, what I was about to. Lunch at Taupo lifted my spirits and a swim was suggested, but really, all of just wanted to get home. We pressed on. At that time of the year, the only snow on the three mountains was high and stained with ash from their volcanoe mouths. The only notable event to speak of, were the number of police cars patrolling the high straights on the Desert Road. It kept Jim's speed down however. Another stop to pee at Waiouru in the filthiest bogs known to mankind and a quick fuel up got us continuing southward. I was restless by now and cramped despite the back seat all to my self. My hip was beginning to ache, as was my shoulder. Jake suggested changing spaces, but that would mean another stop and so flagged it, putting up with my discomfort for the meantime. Yet another stop at Foxton for yet another piss and more refreshments. By now in was late afternoon. We'd been travelling for well over six hours. I don't know how the other two felt, but I was very keen to get there! Somewhere! Just stop moving! We hit the coast again about an hour later and my spirits lifted. The ruggedness of it impressed me and I could only imagine what it must be like in heavy storms. The day, sunny with a mild westerly wind, managed to create fairly large swells that washed over the black, jagged rocks, sending spray and foam almost over the road. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but I wasn't prepared for the denseness of population. Asking, "Are we here?" I was answered by gentle laughter from both. "No Zeb. This is only Plimmerton. We've got a fair bit left. We'll be home in about 30 minutes if the traffic is good." Oh! There's more, I think. Well there was. Shit loads! Houses everywhere and traffic! OMG, what have I come to? Truly a country boys view! As soon as I asked my question Jake never stopped talking, explaining this and that and where we were, pointing out the school as we passed and anything else he was remotely interested in. The trip had taken the best part of nine hours including rest stops. I was tired and cramped and sore and a little grumpy. That disappeared the moment I walked into the house. Jake's mum Gwen was warm and welcoming, making me feel at home from the get go. She liked hugging. I was swamped as she threw her arms around me, dragging me into her ample bosom and gave me a huge kiss on the cheek. A light supper had been arranged and of course the obligatory questions, a tour of the house, where things were and so on. I was ready for bed. Besides, it gave me a chance to rest my hip. Now it was time to Skype Keith. Tucked up in bed, his beautiful face filling my tablet with a very sad look, all but brought me to tears. I missed him! About ten hours and I wanted to go back home. I told him so. His answer, "Then get your arse back here. I need you." Fuck! Don't make this harder, I'm thinking. Both of us knew that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Keith called out to Greg and he joined in for a short while. We talked about the trip; I walked them round my room, up the stairs and through the public spaces of the house and then returned to the bedroom. I told them I was pretty tired so Greg said his goodnight, kissed his fingers, touched the screen, and left us to it. Keith had other plans. "Well, get into bed then, and let me watch." Well I did. Keith was keen to see all of me. We had our first online, `I'll show you mine if you show me yours' session, which led to a sexy, soothing, sleep-making, mutual jerk-off, watching each other splatter cum over our tums! Keith the joker, always ready with a humorous quip, coined the phrase Skexing. So we've been Skexing almost more than we've Skyped over the months I've been away. Not the ideal, but still fun. I Skyped mum afterwards. Next morning, Jake took me on a tour of the house inside and out. The house was tucked in with heaps of others in a pleasant burb with lots of difficultly named streets. He lived in walking distance of the train station, which as he explained, was an easy way to school if you don't want to use the bus. I could see he was going to inject himself as the official tour guide, which I confess I had no probs with. The house, two storied was on the side of a hill, (every house seems to in Wellington), that had a small view across the harbour. My bedroom was downstairs and the one window looked out into a small bushy garden. At least the bush gave a sense of home. Jake's room was upstairs. We had a degree of separation and that would be good, as I liked my privacy. As it happened, needn't have had stairs at all as Jake spends most of his time in my room, which has been a problem sometimes. We spent the weekend checking out the area showing me how and where to get to school. I sussed out the nearest pool and gym. Unfortunately not in the one centre, but still close enough to home and school. He took me into the city, showing local landmarks and such. We went to the movies, Spectre, which I was wrapped about, and generally mooched around. I loved the harbour and though the hustle and bustle of the city intrigued me, I was over the number of people! Wall to wall humans! Shit, I'll never get used to that! After the busyness of the city, the quiet of my bedroom was a haven. With both Jim and Gwen at work, Jake and I were left to our own devices. I wanted to check out both pool and gym so off we went, by train, to sort that out. Though smallish, (not what I expected given we were in our capital city) they were both far better equipped than the small barn-like gym and open pool with inflatable winter lid I was used to. I was also pleasantly surprised at the relatively low cost of membership and swim concessions. We took the opportunity to check out the pool. That early in the morning there was plenty of room. Jake proved to be a very accomplished swimmer who gave me a run for my money. Good, someone to train with. I was very impressed and told him so. He blushed deep and looked very coy. Hmm, is he shy about his ability or not used to praise. Next we visited the school. Though it was Jake's first year there, he was still quite familiar with it. Not that he could tell me where my classes would be, but at least I got a fair idea where things were and that jump-started my day when we had to confirm our course choices. We had about ten days to kill before we began the year and that was spent swimming, prepping for school and touring. I swam with Jake often, though went by myself to the gym. My training was less about recovery, more about development, using cycle and rowing equipment. It was the rowing machine that helped make my first new contact. I'd noticed this guy over the few days I'd been coming to the gym and in the change rooms. He was my age, toned and well proportioned, not a muscle bound jock, very hot looking, so of course I noticed him. I caught him giving me a few looks after showering while getting dressed. One day he casually says, "Looks like you've had some fun." "What?" I go very surprised. He must have realised how that sounded, especially in a change room! "Oh, shit! Sorry mate. I meant your scars." "Oh, yeah those. Had an argument with a boat." "Fuck! Not hard to see who won. How'd you escape the props?" "I didn't. Got knocked off the road by a boat trailer." That led to a general discussing about how when and where. We introduced ourselves. Michael or Mike turned out to be in my year at the school I was starting at. I explained what I was doing, he told me he was a rower and one thing led to another. He gave me good tips about how to use the gear effectively and made up a quick programme for me. A couple of his rower mates were also introduced to me so come start day, at least I knew a few more people other than Jake. That was the beginning to what became a very close and open friendship between Mike and I. Mike also appeared a few times at the pool. He had another kid with him, Drew, who Jake knew, that had been in the same primary school soccer Team. The kid looked like he was 13 but Jake told me was a year 10. Drew was a smaller version of Mike and obviously his brother, which Mike confirmed later. Over the first few weeks I got a feeling me staying with my rellies had mutual benefits for all of us. I got to finish my year 13. Jake got a support person and a surrogate brother and Jim and Gwen got a live-in babysitter when needed. I never minded any of it really. Boofhead apparently was working in Christchurch, so I guess that gave Jake a break, if what he'd said was correct. I quickly slipped into a regular routine. Each morning swimming or the gym before school, grab breakfast and carry on and join the grind like everyone else. Jake accompanied me to the pool, but not the gym. It never took long to get back in the swing of school life and I did OK, especially in English and science. As I couldn't join in lunch break sports, I volunteered to help out with tutoring juniors instead. That got me noticed by a some seniors who were having problems with assignments. Mike and a couple of his rower mates at first, but as it got round, a few others. I began to tutor a few students out of school and was earning $30 an hour for doing so. Mike asked me if I would help with Drew's English and maths, which I agreed to School was large, much bigger than I was used to. The great thing though, you could be lost in the crowd. Naturally there was initial interest in the new boy in the class, but discussion among class members seemed centred on who hadn't come back. I was happy to keep my head down and just get it done. I was on a mission to get what I needed as soon as possible. I tried out for underwater hockey and made the second team, put my name down for kayak soccer and trialled for the school swim team. I needed more practice with Jake, as I never made the cut for the swim team. There were outstanding swimmers and a few I reckon will make the international stage some time soon. Comments were made about my doing some sports but not others, especially when it came to running and full contact. The PE teachers knew why, but it was sometimes difficult to get others to understand. In some ways, that stigmatised me as a wuss. I didn't give a shit really. There were some openly gay students at school, but nobody seemed to gave a shit! As well, a gay group drop-in centre at the school, like the one at my previous one. I never bothered with it though. It appeared there was a more tolerant attitude to gays than I had previously encountered and that was encouraging. Keith and I were in contact daily. We Skyped (or Skexed) about two or three times a week, usually before we went to sleep. Sometimes though, we Skyped if one couldn't sleep, in the early morning hours. Darryl and Jess kept in contact, so I had a fairly good idea what was happening at home. If Keith hadn't told me, and he did, Darryl would've let me know that Keith was seeing Charlotte a lot, on weekends and sometimes after school. I was happy he was and told Darryl that many times. I noticed Drew was becoming a regular at our morning swims, with or without his older brother. After swimming he'd join us in the showers and change area, and at breakfast sometimes, usually with Mike. As Jake was a friend, I never gave it a thought. I got to know Drew quite well. I met Evie, a French-Kiwi girl, through my science and English classes. I became really good friends. She is very pretty. With her long auburn hair and creamy skin, I could see why guys all but spooged spontaneously when she smiled or talked to them, especially the juniors. We became great friends not just because as we had similar interests in music, art, sport and such, but also about what we wanted to do after high school. Her plan was to go back to France with her friend Kate and work with her father on his nut farm until uni, where she wanted to be an architect. Like me, she was new to the school and was due to return to France in August. Unlike me, she was new to the country, only being here for just over a year. Mostly though, because she sussed me out early. One day Evie says, "Zeb, if you're looking for a girlfriend boyfriend thing, forget it. I'm not interested." "Yeah, I know Evie. I'm not interested in that either. Never have." "You have a girlfriend back at your home, nes par?" "No, but I used to have a girl friend." "Oh," she goes in what is a very exciting accent, "You have a girlfriend or you do not have a girlfriend? Which?" "Not." "But you like girls, oui?" "Yes. As friends." "Ahh, je vois! I see. So, you like boys, non?" "Oui," I say. She laughs, hugs me and says, "I will be teaching you Fran¨ois, yes? So you like boys, mon ami?" "Yes." "And you have a boyfriend, yes?" "Yes, and he is at home." "That is good. You are gay also." I think that cemented our friendship. We were both recent newbie's in a strange place. Whether or not she told Kate I'm not sure, as Kate was very diffident towards me. I think she felt I was a threat regarding Evie over the way we hit it off One morning at breakfast after gym, something that had become regular event with Mike and I, he tells me I'm wasting my time chasing Evie. "She's gay mate. You'll never get ur end away there." I laughed. "Not trying. She's just a friend." He looked at me strangely. Drew on the other hand, was becoming a concern. As February changed to March, he was appearing more regularly at the pool whether Jake was with me or not. No matter how long he swam, he was always in the shower at the same time I was, usually in the one next to me, or Jake if he came. I asked him once did he swim every day. "No," he says, "Only sometimes." I thought nothing of it until about the second week of March, warming up in the shower, he comes in too. We're standing there, washing as you do, he's taking quick furtive sideways looks at me and I'm guessing he must be checking out my scars. To be truthful, I'd had enough of explaining how I got them. I caught him staring at my hip. I'm puzzled cause I know he can't see that scar as I've got my swim shorts on. Drew realises he's been snapped glancing at me and reddens. OK, that's pretty normal if you're caught ogling someone, so I give him a quizzical look as if to ask, what. He quickly turns away, but not before I notice a definite lump in his shorts. Thinking nothing of it, I finish and move to the change area. I have a favoured place at the end, away from the entrance, in a corner. It provides some privacy when needed. Drew joins me. I'm drying myself and he just pulls his swimmers off, standing there with a freaking boner! Fuck, what's this, I'm thinking. I shouldn't have, but couldn't help noticing the straightest looking shaft I think I've ever seen, sticking up at what must have been a perfect 45 degrees. His stretched translucent foreskin left nothing to the imagination, clearly exposing a narrow, sharp arrowhead. A cute little ruffle of gathered skin accentuated the tip, forming a little puckered halo. At the base, a patch of soft, curly, dark brown pubes. (Well alright, more than just a glance.) "Drew," I go. "Best not show too much in here. You never know who might be perving you." The poor little bugger looked desperate, God knows why. "Here, wrap your towel around you." I think I saw a few tears slip down, but it could've been just water. Over the next weeks, whenever I was swimming alone, Drew would be there. Almost the same thing happened. I was getting the feeling I was being stalked! I didn't know what his game was. It was risky behaviour and clearly putting himself in danger. I asked Jake about him. Did he have any problems, did he have learning issues and all that stuff. Jake just looked at me as if I was some weird dick and didn't know what the fuck I was talking about. "Well then, I finally ask, "Did he ever flash a boner in the change rooms?" "Oh, that's what ur on about. Yeah, it happened sometimes. We just laughed at him. There were others who cracked a fat one sometimes. Is he still doing it?" "Yeah. Haven't you noticed?" "No, not really. But I don't look," he laughed. "Don't worry about it. We didn't." Jim and Gwen would often go out through the week and sometimes stay overnight on the weekends with friends. By mutual agreement, I would look after Jake. The first time they did, I heard soft footsteps down the stairs and silence. I guessed Jake was outside my door and so carefully opening it, found him huddled against the wall outside my room. I was surprised to say the least and he was very embarrassed, near tears. "What's up Jake?" I ask. "Can I sleep in your bed?" He asks. I sit down beside him and ask him what the problem is. He looked so sad and frightened it nearly broke my heart. Lifting him up, I take him into my room and sit him on the bed. We talked about his fears. He has trouble being alone at night, has bad dreams and all of this had become a source for torment by his brother, who played on his fears. I began to look forward to meeting Boofhead, who I thought needed a talking to! I settled him explaining it mightn't be appropriate for him to be sleeping in the same bed as I and took him back to his room. I stayed with him until he was asleep, falling asleep on top of his bed myself. Jim woke me when he got home and we talked about his fears. Over February, the same thing happened several times. As shifting into the second bedroom downstairs wasn't possible, (it was his brothers), we shifted a spare bed into mine, should Jake need it. He did! Many times and sometimes pushing the boundaries. It was an issue for me sometimes, when I needed privacy. He took the move as an open invitation to come into my room when he wanted to. Unfortunately, a couple of times he caught me hot and panting with my dick in my hand almost at the business end of a severe cock thrashing. Embarrassing for us both. But, I caught him a number of times, head back, mouth open jerking him self mad in the downstairs bathroom. Once we'd got over our initial embarrassment, we talked openly about our needs and agreed with each other that when we needed to deal to them, we'd let the other know we needed time for self. Jake did comment on my size. I called him a pervy little shit. He responded, "Get a thrill outa watching me?" I gave him a playful punch and wrestled him to the floor. Truth is, and it concerned me, he did look quite sexy with his rigid dick in three fingers, giving it shit, skin sliding over his shiny head. Evie and I, and of course Kate, were seen in and out of school together a lot. Evie invited me to a party in mid March just before Easter. It was a farewell summer, hello autumn piss-up, at which there were about eight other kids our age. A couple were obviously gay. I recognised them from my classes and year 12. When I walked in, you'd have been excused if you'd thought it was a cheap western where the bar goes silent when the tall, dark stranger walks in. Well maybe not that tall or dark, but the stranger certainly. The party went silent, all eyes on me. Evie says, "This is Zeb. He's a friend and I invited him. Make him welcome." Well, shit I was. Obviously Evie and Kate had status amongst the group. I stood there like a spare prick at a wedding, as Jim would say. As I knew a few it wasn't too hard chatting, but I couldn't understand why everyone seemed wary of me. Finally one guy asks, "You're the farmboy, aren't you? Are you Evie's boyfriend?" to which I laughed and said, "No just friends and what's this Farmboy shit?" "That's what I heard you were called at school." "Why?" "Cause you're from the rural." That made me laugh again. "Fuck, I've been called a few things, but that's a first." "So where've you come from?" I explain where and he asks about home and what have you and we get into a general discussion then he asks me if I have a girlfriend back home. "Nope! Where's yours? Is she here?" I ask. "No don't have one." I'm getting vibes by now and I'm sure he is too. Besides, a few things I've noticed during out chat have given me the idea that this is more likely an unofficial gay group, which makes me wonder why exactly Evie has invited me. I throw caution to the wind. "So, do you have a boyfriend then?" He chokes a bit, reddens and says, "No. Do you?" "Yeah, I do. He's back home at school." Well, you'd have thought I'd just given him the best Christmas pressie ever. His face brightened, he smiled and laughed his bits off. "Fuck!" he goes, "We were worried when you came in. We didn't realise you're one of us." "And what's `one of us?" "We're all gay but we don't need that to get out at school. We get together for parties sometimes and go to the movies, that sort of thing. No biggie, just friends relaxing is all. Is that why Evie brought you?" "Don't really know actually." "Well then," he says, "Do you dance?" I replied, "Badly but yeah, I guess," things began to change. It may have been my willingness to get up and dance with him, or possibly the full on kiss he planted on me that gave away my sexual inclination. But it broke the ice, and I made a shit load more friends. One of them being him, Flynn. Most of the guys were like me, not ashamed of being gay, but didn't see the need to proclaim it. It was obviously they were all close friends providing support to each other. Despite the gay support group at school, no one was comfortable about using it. I understood their reasons, as I wasn't either. Despite my early observations, apparently there was still a lot of homophobia among the students. Oh well, some things don't change I guess. I had a great time and got totalled! I suffered the next day. Jim just laughed. Kate's attitude to me warmed though. No one said anything directly to me, but by the end of March, the rumours and comments were running hot. Was I gay? Who's the gay boy? It wasn't said in hate, just curiosity. I kept a neither confirm or deny attitude. Jake was concerned that I'd be called gay. I asked him, "Does it matter what I am?" "No, but..." "But what, Jake?" "I don't want you teased." I laughed. "No problem there bud. Evie and I are just good friends. It's easier for me not to get into a relationship as I'm gunna go home after all this. Then what? Would any girlfriend want to come up north with me?" "Oh, yeah," he brightened. "So you're just pretending to be gay." "No Jake, I'm not pretending anything." I left it at that, leaving Jake puzzled. Mike on the other hand, was more direct. Asking me pretty much the same sort of questions and probing me for answers. I asked him, "Would it matter if I was gay?" "Not to me. You'd just be the same guy, I guess. But I gotta ask. You, are you..." Fuck, what is it with so called straights. Can't they ask straight questions, I'm thinking? "Shall I finish your question for you Mike? You wanna know if I'm gay for you. Is that it?" "What? No! Yeah. I dunno, maybe." "Well, no doubt about it. You look like Gods gift to girls, but sorry, mate. I'm not hot for you." "Ok. Good then. But are you gay?" "What does it matter what I am Mike? Is this gunna make it bad for me down here too?" Too late I realise what I've said. That gives Mike an opening and he goes for it. In the end I tell him about the shit back home and why I'm down here. But I still hadn't answered his question directly. He's sympathetic, but presses me for an answer. Throwing caution to the wind I simply say, "Yeah." He thinks about my answer for quite a while and I'm thinking, shit! Blown a friendship. Too late now. Then he floors the shit out of me. "Good," he goes. "You might be able to help me with my little bro. He's a closet case and I'm really worried he's gunna do something bad and dangerous and seriously get hurt. He's desperate to find someone to talk to. Think you could?" "About what Mike?" "About being gay." "What do you expect me to tell him? Shouldn't this come from your dad or mum, even you? Why me?" "I trust you." "You don't know me enough." "I know you well enough. Drew and I are close but I've got no idea what he's feeling. He can't talk to dad about this cause dad's pretty traditional and religious. Drew often cries at night, not that he lets on. But I hear him. When I ask he just says he's had a bad dream. Shit he's fourteen, fifteen in May. I know he's bullshitting. But I don't know what to say to him." "What about guidance at school? There's a gay group and they're accepted or at least not despised as far as I can see." "I've suggested that but he won't go near it. He doesn't want anyone else to know at school." "Well, that's a problem then. That's the safest I could suggest." "He likes and trusts you. Why not you? I know you like him cause you don't tell him to fuck off or be mean to him. I know about him in the change room, he told me. He's got the meanest crush on you and a bad case of bonercitis over you mate. Please help him. Just talk to him. I'll owe you." "I've had enough probs myself. What could I say to him?" "Exactly that. I reckon anything you say would help. Just knowing he has a safe person to talk to will help." "Yeah, and doesn't he already have that in you?" "Fuck sake. Aren't you listening? Yeah, he trusts me, but I can't tell him about being gay. He's scared and frightened and doesn't no what to do." "Doesn't have to do anything. He has everything he needs now. You. Just listen to him. That would be enough, really. That's all he needs, someone to talk to who cares about him. It'll work, Mike. Trust me, I know. If he wants to know about sex, tell him what you know. It's gotta be pretty much the same as girls. That's not something I should be saying to him anyway." "Why? He likes you. You like him. You care about him. I know. I've seen how you are with him. What's the problem if you tell him stuff or, well get cute with him?" "What the fuck? Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" "Maybe. Anyway, what's the problem with that?" "He's too young for a start. I'd be done for abuse, for Christ's sake. Anyway, I'm already in a relationship." "He's 14 going on 15 and is desperate for someone. It wouldn't be abuse. He likes you heaps. You're all he talks about. Please Zeb, just talk to him. I'm not trying to pimp him out. But if you did get down and dirty with him, he'd be the happiest little tinker in Gayville! I'm not asking you to though. I just wouldn't have a problem with it, is all. Please buddy. Help him. I don't want him hanging around public bogs like I caught him doing once. I really don't know how to help him. I can't. Anyway, I helped you with your training programme." "Not the same dude and you know it. This is really huge. How could anything I say not compound his problem? Shit, he stands there hard as in the change room exposing himself to the world, for fucks sake. I don't want to aggravate that." "Yeah, he told me about that. I got a bit angry with him. Too dangerous. Dumb little bugger said he wasn't showing everybody, just you hoping you'd notice. But you didn't." I reddened. "Oh fuck, you did! You fucken did!" Laughed Mike. "Wait till I tell Drew. Fuck, that'll make his day!" "No! Don't you fucken dare!" Slowly Mike said, "Well, help me out then! Please! Talk to my brother about his problems, or I will tell him how you got excited and wanted to check him out but weren't sure you should. That should start something, don't you reckon?" That's when I got angry and Mike knew it. "Don't ever threaten me again. Yeah, I appreciated your help. Yeah, I think you're a decent guy. But that's the shittiest thing I think I've ever heard. No way mate will I ever be blackmailed into sex with anyone, let alone an underage. You're a fucken shit and should be fucken shamed. Who else have you pimped your kid brother out too? Fucken shameful." I left him sitting there, utter shock and shame on his face. Whether he meant it or not, I didn't give a shit. That was just wrong. At the morning swim session next day, Drew turned up. I chose to change in one of the cubicles, leaving Drew alone in the change room, confusion on his face. At school, Mike tried to talk to me but I brushed him off, refusing to get into with him. By now I was really excited. Easter and Keith! Despite texting everyday, (I was rapidly consuming my monthly quota) I really missed my friend. Skexing at night was fun, but obviously not the same. I missed Keith's hands on me, my hands on him. The warm feeling of naked skin on skin, the subtle muskiness of him. I missed the soft kisses and the hard pumping he gave me. The tingly, rubbing pleasure-pain as he ploughed me. I desperately wanted to be wrapped in his comforting arms, locked in a lovers embrace, feeling his thick hardness penetrating me. How I longed to taste his sweet tanginess, especially under that little collar of dick skin, the coppery taste of his cockhead and shaft, the tickles I got from his musky, curly thick pubes and the reward of his sticky salty-sweet cum flooding my mouth or filling my bum. OMG bring it on! Thursday 24th I went home. I arrived after a long bus trip a little before 8pm and was met by mum and Keith! We crushed each other as we ran into each other's arms, not giving a shit who saw us kiss and hug. I felt like ripping his clothes off, throwing him down and ravishing him. He smelt so good, tasted so good, felt so good, like it was our first time. I know he felt the concrete lump in my pants, cause I felt his! We managed to prise ourselves apart, letting mum get her huge hug. It was so good seeing my family. We grabbed take out burgers and headed home to Keith's. I was impatient and couldn't sit still. Who needs chocolate Easter eggs when there's Keith? He was my sweet rush! Greg gave me a huge bear hug, lifting me off my feet, kissing me on the cheek, as did Debbie. Sarah was like an annoying fly buzzing around, pestering me with questions and telling me everything she thought I needed to know. Holy hell, I thought. She's caught Darrylitis. She wouldn't stop talking. I loved her all the more for the enthusiastic greeting she gave me. Mum just had time for a coffee and say hi to Greg and Debbie, before racing in to work. Wow! How great to be home. I couldn't believe how quiet and peaceful the farm was. How I had missed that. After a light meal and endless questions and chat, Debbie chased Sarah to bed. By now it was past 11 and the tiring trip had really caught up with me and my hip was aching again. I needed Keith's soothing doctoring skills! We were like cats on a hot tin roof, as Jim would say. We couldn't get away and in to bed fast enough. Greg just gave us a wicked smile as we said goodnight telling us, "Sleep well boys." Yeah right. Maybe tomorrow I thought. We just grinned at him. What a night! What an awesome, beautiful, sensational Thursday-before Easter-Friday night! We loved each other as if it were the first and last time we ever would! We pleasured each other everyway we could, many times. Well three. Our first attempt brought us to a shuddering, gasping orgasm minutes after our mouths touched each other's achingly hard bones. Flooded doesn't really describe how hard and long Keith's cum was. It hosed out in long thick streams that just drenched me. I wasn't long in cuming either. Just the feel of his fingers softly stroking me, the heat from his hand and his ever so soft mouth around the head of my red-hot cock, was enough to make me arch up and spill my seed into his beautiful wet mouth. We'd only been in bed less than half an hour! We lay there, gently touching each other in our afterglow, as we came down from our awesome cum-storm. I knew I wanted more and Keith certainly did as he rolled on top of me and ground against me. The feel of his stiffening cock against mine was just too much and it leapt to attention. Keith had prepared! Reaching under the pillow, he retrieved the lube tube stashed there. In no time at all, I was greased, he was greased and Keith was lifting up, positioning himself to slide down my throbbing shaft. Oh the feeling as he did! The searing heat of his insides as he strangled and massaging my cock, stretched ripples teasing my shaft. His hot breathy gasps as he buried my bone in his bum. How tightly he held me in his arms. All I could do was reciprocate and wrap arms and legs around him, pulling him closer to me, as if that were possible. I wanted to be in him and he wanted me there too! Keith's sobbing sighs of pleasure drove me into a turmoil of love and lust and I just had to thrust up as he pushed down. Oh God, what a rush! And in a rush I came again, deep inside my friend, accompanied by a wailing, moaning gasp of pleasure. Keith kept sliding up and down faster and faster until I felt a splash of hot cum and the rhythmical pulsing squeezes of his penis, as he emptied himself over my tum and chest. Then he collapsed on top of me, struggling to get his breath. We lay together, not wanting to move. Our sweat and Keith's cum mingling on my tum. We kissed each other tenderly, giggling softly whispering our love to each other. We'd had a lot of sensational sex; all of it was sensational. But this? Wow! It was super sensational, like we were experiencing each other for the very first time. Time away obviously heightened our pleasure. Relaxed and sleepy, we snuggled together, hugging each other tightly. We slept. Soundly and long. Sometime early, I woke to Keith kissing me and softly rubbing against my thigh. I rolled onto my tum, spreading my legs and opening myself to him. "Are you sure Zebby?" He asked. "Absolutely buddy." I don't know how we never woke everyone in the house. Maybe we did and they ignored what was going on. But we tried to keep the noise down. I all but ate the pillow. Keith sucked and kissed my neck in an effort to stop any utterances. I felt like I was going to rip holes in the sheet as Keith steadily pounded my arse. The rapid, but quiet bed squeaks, matched the slapping oh his hips against my bum as he squirted his juice into my banged-up bum! It felt good, dam it! Painful but nice. I came all over his sheet! We went back to sleep, Keith lying on top of me. That was pretty much how my Easter weekend panned out. Keith and I took every opportunity to have sex. Amazing, sensational, thrilling exquisite sex. We did it all any moment we could. After a late breakfast, Keith and I fanged about the farm on the bikes. Mum came out for a late lunch and the both of us went back with her. It was great being home. I hadn't realised just how much I had missed being there. We caught up with Jess, but Darryl was away at his mum's. We arranged to all meet up in the morning. The three of us mooched around at the park catching up on the goss that afternoon. Saturday saw seven of us chilling at the mall catching up with the goss, laughing and joking around. Devon brought Michelle. I was particularly interested to see how Keith and Charlotte interacted. They clicked and looked as if they'd been together for years. I was honestly really happy to see it, despite a few heart pangs. The interesting thing though, was the interplay between Keith and Michelle. Some of it went over Devon's head. Hmm, I'm thinking. Which one is Keith really interested in? Bloody Darryl! He dropped me right in it. He whipped out his cell phone and flashed pics of Evie and me taken at school. I was stunned. How the fuck did he get those, I'm thinking. The answer was simple. Bloody Jake and Darryl had been texting the entire time I'd been down in Wellington and Jake had sent him pics of me together with Evie, Kate, Mike and Drew. I gave Darryl a hard, questioning look, not because of the photos, but letting him now he was on notice about his relationship with Jake. Sort that out when I get back I thought. If anything, my street cred went up, as Evie really is a beautiful girl. That had all oohing and ahing, especially Jess. Keith just raised one eyebrow and gave me that wickedly crooked smile. I'd be getting the first degree later, despite already telling him everything about her. In the back row at the movies, Darryl one side, Jess the other, I was constantly questioned. Jess wouldn't believe me there was nothing going on, just friends. I put Darryl on notice that he was gunna get a grilling about Jake. Just what were his motives? That night, Keith went into overdrive. He wanted to know everything. I tried to divert him and asked him about Michelle, but he was having none of that and kept on. Was I hot for Evie? Had I done anything with her? Did I want to? Why not Zebby? Go hard and enjoy. What's with you and Mike? Only just a friend? You know you can Zebby if you want to. Who's the small dude? Is he someone of interest? Why not Zebby? Go hard and enjoy. On and on he went. Finally, out of frustration and a need to have our needs met, I told him everything about Evie and Kate and Mike and Drew and how Mike had come to me and asked me etc. etc. etc. Keith's response, "Go hard and enjoy Zebby. If Drew wants to and Mike is happy, what's the problem? Didn't you start early? Didn't we? We were only fourteen when we started doing stuff. We're OK. So will Drew. I'm enjoying myself. So should you." Sunday, us four guys hung together. It was an unusually warm day for Easter so we went up the bush to our water hole. We hadn't intended to swim, despite the warm day, but one thing led to the other and a few dares and well, we did and froze our bits off! Shit! We've never climbed up those rocks so fast and huddled together to warm up. No sex, but it was nice to be together like we had, (and to check out my blond haired friend with the fiendishly fat sausage.) Oh well, maybe one day I'll reacquaint myself with his tasty morsel. Keith and I enjoyed more sensational sex that night. As has become common with us, we spent a while lying together talking. Keith was a little hesitant when I asked again about Michelle and Charlotte. He explained that while he really liked Charlotte and had enjoyed sex with her, he was also very keen on Michelle. In a very soft, almost apologetic and faltering voice he began "Charlotte is great, Zebby. I've never had sex with a girl like it. It's different compared to Em. More exciting. I love it and want shit loads more. But it's still not like us. Not about the obvious difference between guys and girls. It's about how I feel about you. No matter what happens, I know I am always going to want this. What we have right now. But Zebby, you were right. I want what I have with Charlotte. Well, maybe not Charlotte, but with a girl. I guess I'm trying to say, I want what my dad has. Am I making sense?" "Yeah you are buddy." "So, how do you feel about that? Are you hurt?" I couldn't help my self. I burst out laughing. "WTF! I'm trying to explain myself. What's the joke?" He goes. "Fool! I'm not laughing at you. I laughing cause I'm happy for you. I think you've been feeling like this for months now, so good on you." "I meant what I said about us though Zebby. You do know that eh. I'll always want this. Us. Sex together. I won't give this up ever. I love you too much." I could've bawled my eyes out. I kissed him. "I know that Keith. And I'm stoked that you've decided that." "What if it's only sometimes? Would you still be good with that?" "Holy shit buddy! If this weekend is anything to go by, I'll wait. It's been sensational!" "Fuck! Ain't that the truth!" And with that, we went back for seconds. Monday mum took us both back out to the farm. Keith grabbed a backpack from his room and we headed out to the bikes. He seemed to be on a mission. To my delight, I found out very quickly. Up on the tops, next to our rock is a small flat area. Keith laid the tarp over this and then spread a sheet on top. Turning to me, he grabbed my tee and gently drew me to him. Lifting my tee off, Keith then slid my pants down, kneeling and pulling my runners of an then my pants. Kneeling before me, he slipped my boxers to my knees and took me in his mouth, gently sucking and licking me to a throbbing hardness. Standing up, gripping my wet dick in his hand, he pulled me onto the sheet. I must have looked very clumsy as my boxers were still around my knees. Whispering in my ear, "My turn," I began the same procedure; slowly undressing him and giving his just leaking dick, the heat and wetness of my mouth. In full sight of the world, (if you had a strong telescope) we made love on the top of that hill, under a slightly overcast sky. Afterwards, naked and mutually warming each other, we plotted and planned our futures together. Some fantastical, others more practical and definite like our gap year after school before going to tech. We talked about where we'd go for our big OE. Later that afternoon Greg and the two of us tooled around the farm on bikes. Greg explained his vision for the neighbouring block of land and how he and John were working on getting it. I was blown away when he suggested there was a place in his plan for me. I thought about what Keith and I had talked about causing me to think again what I really wanted. Tuesday morning before dawn I woke. Lying there watching Keith sleep created a tumult of thoughts racing through my head. How peaceful he looked. How beautiful he was. How much I felt for this guy. How important he was to me. What was our future? Was there actually one? Could I really live with occasional moments with him? And on whose terms, his or mine? Would we somehow miraculously need each other at the same moment? In the end I just confused myself more. Carefully rolling onto my back, I lay there staring at the ceiling. Sleep would not come! Did he sense my confusion? I don't know, but his hand softly resting on my chest told me he was awake as well. "I meant what I said Zebby. I will always need moments like this with you. You do know that, don't you?" I turned towards him and gave him a sad smile. "Come here you big goose." And he pulled me towards him, cuddling me to his warm chest. Whispering, he reassured me saying, "You are my friend, my mate, my boyfriend, my lover. You're my confidant. I love you Zeb. I always will no matter where our lives take us. I'm sorry we won't be together everyday, but we will be together no matter who I hook up with. I'll always need to have our special moments. Never forget that." With that he kissed me and that lead to a quiet, very special moment as dawn slowly crept into the room. Mum came out after work and took me back home. Keith spent the day with Charlotte. Wednesday, mum and I shared an early breakfast with Keith and family before saying our goodbyes. Greg and Keith took me back to my bus. Our goodbyes were long and not short of emotion. Nothing over the top, just reluctance to let each go. But go I had to and so began the long trip back. I mulled over what Keith had said to me. I couldn't see how it could work and maybe it would be better if we just kept our relationship as friends without benefits. Thinking that made me feel deeply sad. I loved him. I wanted him. I couldn't let him go. I couldn't help feel that one of us would inevitably be hurt. John and Greg hadn't seen each other for sixteen long years. I wouldn't be able to cope with that! Over and over these and other confusing thoughts ran through my head until finally, tired, grumpy and hip aching I arrived in Wellington. Jake met me. I went to bed shortly after getting back to the house, much to Jake's disappointment, as I was reticent in providing details of my trip home. I Skyped Keith before sleep arrived.